I TAKE A MOMENT TO SLOW MY BREATH, quickened from a hike in the fierce Caribbean sun, as I crouch down, hushed with my companions. We’re gathered around an unassuming cavity in the ground, many of us cameras out, paparazzi-style, hoping to catch a glimpse of an unlikely holiday photo star—the tarantula.
The bravest of our group, Kathy, is gently probing this unwitting spider’s home with a long piece of grass. The plant’s feathery tips, our guide assures us, imitate a spider’s legs. Kathy’s engaged in a tug of war, not entirely sure whether she wants to win the struggle that will bring this slumber-disturbed creature to the surface.
Perhaps this isn’t the scene you imagine when you think of a trip to the Sandals Grande Antigua resort. A couple’s paradise,
